Page 112 of Icebound Hearts

“Fuck, baby,” I rasp. “You’re soaked.”

“No thanks to you,” she says, trying to pout—but it turns into a gasp as I adjust the vibrator’s position and graze my thumb over her clit.

I laugh softly, kneading and massaging her ass with my free hand as my cock presses painfully against my pants, aching to be closer to her.

“On the contrary, heartbreaker. I’d say that’sallthanks to me.”

She whimpers, biting her lip as she rolls her hips against me, seeking out more of my touch. “Fuck, Sawyer… I thought that last orgasm was gonna kill me. That it was too much. That there was no way I could keep quiet. So how are you making me wantmore?”

My nostrils flare, a bolt of heat shooting through me. “You want more?”

She nods, and I slowly pull the vibrator out, letting it drop onto the seat beside us—then push two of my fingers into her.

“Like this?” I murmur, my voice rough. “Is this what you want?”

“Fuck!” She whisper-cries, her inner walls tightening around me. “Yes. Oh god…”

“You want to come on my fingers?” I press them deeper, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit, giving her something to ride. “Or do you want my cock? You have to tell me, baby. Because I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Your cock,” she answers immediately, her eyes like twin pools in the darkened interior of the car. “I want your cock, Sawyer. I wantyou.”

Fuck. You have me, baby. You have me wrapped all the way around your finger.

There isn’t a single thing this woman could ask me for that I wouldn’t move heaven and earth to give her. And what she’s asking for right now? Hell, it’s exactly what I want too.

I palm the back of her head, kissing her so deeply that I think we both forget to breathe for several moments. When we finally separate, gasping for breath, I slide my fingers out of her tight pussy and grip her hips, pulling her flush against me so that she can feel how desperately hard I am for her.

“I want to fuck you so damn badly,” I growl. “But I’m not doing it in this car. I wasn’t just torturing you all night, I was torturing myself too. Do you know how fucking hard it was towatch you come and not drag you into the back so I could get on my knees and taste that sweetness between your legs? To hear the tiny little noises you made and wish that you were screaming my name at the top of your lungs so everyone would know who made you come like that? Fuck, I’ve been dying, heartbreaker. So when I fuck you, I’m gonna do it right. I’m gonna take my time and worship you properly, just like I’ve wanted to do for the last few hours.”

She makes a soft noise in her throat, dropping her head to kiss me again. And even though this might be the most acute torture of all, holding back with her hot, wet pussy grinding against my clothed cock, I lose myself in it until the car finally rolls to a stop.

“Thank god,” I mutter, throwing the car door open.

I lift Violet off my lap and help her up, then pocket the little vibrator and slide out of the car too. I pat the roof with my hand, and the driver pulls away from the curb and drives off into the night.

“Gotta get you inside,” I grunt, half tempted to throw her over my shoulder to get her where I want her faster.

But instead, I take her hand and stride quickly up the walkway to the front door. I fumble in the dark for my keys, cursing under my breath, and Violet giggles as she watches over my shoulder. Finally, the lock clicks, and I open the door.

It’s late, so Jake is nowhere to be seen as we enter the living room. As expected, Kelsey is sitting on the couch with the lights dimmed and the TV on low. I’m about to thank her for her services and hustle her to the door when I realize with a jolt of surprise that she’s not alone.

My ex-wife is sitting on the sofa beside her.

Chapter 37

Violet

I freeze when I see a woman I vaguely recognize sitting in the living room with Kelsey. Sawyer frowns and strides into the room, so I close the door quietly and hover by it.

“What are you doing here, Miriam?” he demands, his voice hard.

My heart stutters as soon as he says her name.Oh god. It’s his ex-wife.

I can still feel the wetness and soreness between my legs from all the orgasms Sawyer gave me tonight, but seeing his ex sitting on his couch has thrown cold water over all of that. The arousal that was flooding my veins just seconds ago drains away, and I wrap my arms around myself as Miriam arches a brow at Sawyer.

“You stopped answering my calls,” she tells him, sounding very put out. “You were ignoring me, and I needed to talk to you.”

“So you came to my house?”